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I got out of the movie theater with my 3D glasses still on; behind them my eyes were completely bloodshot. I cried, yes, like a always cry at the movies, but through the wet blur of my conditioned tears I did see a film. Dia de Muertos is a date of magical realism. It’s secular, …

I keep finding absolutely everything too much of a bore to write it down. I mean, there was a flying sausage terrorizing us, which later turned out to be a chipmunk; there was the fascinating series of romanced lucid dreams that visited me during the past weeks; there was the wet peregrination in the rain …

I dread haircuts. I try to never get them. Once in a while, though, I forget why, and, as if possessed by sudden madness, I surrender to the scissors. I wanted the sightliest of trims. I even brought a picture. The only available lady seemed impatient, yet she wanted to cut my hair. I accepted …

See, this gentleman here was found in a hole. He managed to dodge a shovel digging in a small garden, because the whole thing is to be removed and paved with stones. I captured it, and asked for ransom. I wanted his toadstone, but it was a family heirloom. I gave him a plastic half …

Today I remembered I have a blog. I had to check twice to make sure I didn’t have some pot plant dying somewhere, or had run out of meat for the vultures. I took my camera, and rations for three days, then I went outside to find some rocks to talk to. I like rocks …

Greenery shies, out my window, but I dance. I’m happy, I don’t know why, and I find surprising that two good songs in my streaming service are called ‘Sugar.’ I fear that, instead of complex emotions, I have only the two sides of a coin. An uncooperative, rumbling, gloomy frown gives way to a brimming, sugary, …

I can think of a thousand things to do instead of what I should, but in the end I would feel better if I did it. I am a loafer, I know. I have been working almost 12 hours a day for a week, so I don’t mind work, but for the things I care …